More Pressing Things

Over coffee, the conversation turned again to matters of art.

I don't believe, Violetta, said Gustave, that you really think street art is more important than photography.

Street art is real, said Violetta.

So is a photograph, said Gustave.

Hah! said Violetta. What about the one I tagged, of people wearing rabbits' heads, picnicking on the rocks. Or were they goats' heads? I can't remember.

Ah yes, said Gaius.

Ah yes what? said Violetta. Ah yes that wasn't very real?

Ah yes I think there were two photographs side by side, said Gaius. One where the people were wearing rabbits' heads and one where they were wearing goats' heads.

Ah yes, said Gustave,

You two are far too complacent, said Violetta. I still think it's only real things that matter.

Like tagging a photograph with someone else's name? said Gustave.

Pphhhttt! said Violetta. Anyway, we have more pressing things to worry about. I mean the Tour de France. Do you guys realise that the Grand Depart is this coming Saturday? We have to figure out how to get ourselves to the Passage du Gois in the Vendee.

Great Jupiter! said Gaius.

Merde! said Gustave. We must start to make arrangements at once!